Inumakis_tongue
After Ivan dies, Till is left in a silence he doesn't know how to survive. The world keeps moving, but for him everything feels paused-like time forgot to carry him forward. He doesn't know how to grieve, how to breathe without the weight of Ivan's presence still lingering in every corner of his life.
At first, he tells himself it was just habit. That Ivan was simply always there-so of course it feels wrong without him. But as days blur into nights, Till starts to realize it was never just routine. It was love. Complicated, unspoken, and tangled in everything they never said to each other.
Memories of Ivan don't fade-they sharpen. Every laugh, every argument, every moment that once felt ordinary now feels like something he can't replace. Till doesn't know how to move on when "moving on" feels like betraying the only person who ever truly stayed.
And in the quietest moments, the words he never said come back to haunt him:
"Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions."
It's not just guilt he feels-it's longing, regret, and a love he only fully understands now that it's too late to change anything. Whether he can heal or not, Till is forced to confront a truth he never wanted to face:
Ivan wasn't just someone who was there.
He was everything Till didn't know he needed until he was gone.